Текст песни ПСТГУ - Агница

Where are you, lamb, hid
And how far did you go?
Is it in the woods lost
Did you find shelter in the mountains?

And all the lambs are different
Here they graze at Me.
Spending the golden days
Without sighing, without groaning.

You, meadows, forests and rivers,
Cry to the Eternal Creator.
Can't you find a sheep
Which I grieve about.

I hasten to your call,
O my dear Shepherd.
I entrust myself to You,
How pleasing is your call.